Ten Tailed Fox

"Nine-Section Palm, Four-Section Stance!"

With a clear whistle, Su Bujin unleashed a series of palm strikes, each carrying the power to tear the sky apart. Layer upon layer, they converged into a devastating blow.

boom!
The palm strike was like a mountain pressing down, slamming heavily onto Old Muzi's massive body.

Old Mu Zi roared and tried his best to resist, but under the violent impact of the four-section attack, his dragon scales shattered inch by inch, and blood gushed out.

In the end, his body was completely shattered, and he lay dead in a pool of blood.

"Your current strength is truly astonishing. Apart from true immortals, it would be difficult for anyone else to be your match." Ao Yi let out a long breath, and the dragon breath on his body gradually subsided. He thought that everything had finally settled down.

But at that moment, he keenly noticed that Su Bujin's gaze had not relaxed; it was cold and chilling, fixed directly on a trembling little figure in the corner of the hall.

Ao Yi looked in the direction indicated and found that it was indeed a small stone.

"What's wrong?" Ao Yi frowned, puzzled by Su Bujin's unusual reaction. "Is there a problem?"

"The most dangerous one hasn't been dealt with yet!" Before he could react, Su Bujin's figure suddenly transformed into a streak of light, his palm strike fierce, and he unexpectedly blasted towards the small stone.

"Huh?!" Ao Yi was completely bewildered, not understanding why Su Bujin was acting this way.

But what he saw next made his pupils shrink and his hair stand on end.

Little Stone moved with the agility of a ghost, dodging Su Bujin's palm strike by shifting his body by only half an inch in the face of that lightning-fast attack!
The movements were not at all childish; on the contrary, they revealed a seasoned agility that no child could possibly achieve.

"This kid is suspicious!" Even if Ao Yi was slow to realize, he understood at this moment that Little Stone was no good and that he had misjudged him.

At this moment, Little Stone's eyes were no longer innocent and naive round pupils, but gradually became tinged with a deep and cold light.

He dusted himself off and chuckled softly, but the laughter had a strange, grating quality that sent chills down one's spine.

"Those guys I've been with day and night didn't discover my true identity, but I never expected that a woman like you could see right through me."

The child's innocent voice revealed an incongruous sense of gloom and composure.

Su Bujin sneered, his eyes as cold as ice: "With the fighting raging here, any normal person would have run far away long ago. What normal child would stay quietly on the sidelines?"

"I see." Little Stone tilted his head innocently, his smile becoming increasingly strange. "I was too careless."

“Your concealment technique is indeed flawless; it’s difficult to judge your strength based on your aura alone.” Su Bujin narrowed his eyes slightly. “What’s most interesting is your control technique. You can control a quasi-Great Immortal expert in an instant. No one saw how you did it. I’m extremely envious of this unique skill. Pass it on to me, and I’ll spare your life.”

At this moment, Little Stone's smile vanished. His eyes, like eerie flames at the bottom of a deep pool, were dark and lifeless, yet they reflected the faces of Su Bujin and Ao Yi: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but the secret techniques of the Puppet Dragon lineage cannot be learned by outsiders." "Puppet Dragon!" Ao Yi shuddered, his pupils shrinking sharply. "The Puppet Dragon, one of the three great ancient dragons?"

The dragon race has a complex lineage. As a dragon himself, Ao Yi had been exposed to many ancient dragons since childhood and was already used to them. However, the words "puppet dragon" still shocked him greatly.

"Judging from your reaction, this guy is quite an extraordinary existence among the dragons." Su Bujin glanced at Ao Yi with interest.

Ao Yi said with a solemn expression, "The three most likely candidates to compete for supremacy and become the rulers of the dragon race during the ancient times are the Ancient Heavenly Dragon, the Three-Headed Underworld Dragon, and the Puppet Dragon."

The strength of the Ancient Heavenly Dragon and the Three-Headed Nether Dragon goes without saying. Su Bujin had personally experienced the terror of the Three-Headed Nether Dragon. The fact that the Puppet Dragon could be on par with the two of them was enough to show its strength.

“Unlike the ancient celestial dragons and the three-headed underworld dragons, the puppet dragons are not a race; only one is born in each generation!” As he said this, Ao Yi’s eyes revealed a hint of fear, showing his great apprehension towards them. “The puppet dragons pose almost no threat to other races, but they have a fatal restraint on the dragon race. They have only one ability: they can control any dragon with their thoughts, effortlessly.”

After hearing Ao Yi's detailed explanation, Su Bujin began to take the little stone more seriously.

“Well said, but not comprehensive enough.” Little Stone smiled slightly and added to Ao Yi, “It is said that the ancestor of the Puppet Dragon lineage was just a useless dragon. Fortunately, it met the Dragon Ancestor and followed him loyally. The Dragon Ancestor was grateful for its hard work throughout its life, so he bestowed upon it a trace of soul power, which allowed the useless dragon to ascend to heaven and possess the terrifying ability to control the dragon race.”

After listening, Su Bujin was not afraid, but seemed thoughtful. "In this case, if you leave Red Dragon Island, all the dragons outside will suffer. You are in more danger than the ancient Heavenly Dragon and the Three-Headed Underworld Dragon."

Little Stone clapped his hands lightly, his laughter childish yet chilling: "Smart! You actually figured out what I want. As long as I leave this godforsaken place, I will become the true ruler of the dragon race!"

“Then let me make a bold guess.” Su Bujin’s eyes gleamed as he glanced at the corpses of Aunt Huang, Long Sang, and Hong Lin on the ground. “These people weren’t killed by Ao Yan. It must have been you who did it.”

Little Stone smiled slightly and said slowly, "You guessed right, but you missed one."

"One was missed?" Su Bujin raised an eyebrow, not understanding what this meant.

Little Stone's smile was twisted and eerie, and he said with a playful tone, "Have you forgotten the test that Long Sang gave you at the beginning?"

Ao Yi frowned and said, "A test? Isn't it just finding the murderer who killed the Seven-Clawed Crimson Dragon Emperor?"

At this point, Ao Yi's voice abruptly stopped. He immediately realized something and looked at Xiao Shitou with a shocked expression.

Even Su Bujin's eyes flashed with surprise, and his expression gradually became serious.

"I was the one who killed the Seven-Clawed Crimson Dragon Emperor back then!" Little Stone said proudly. He enjoyed the astonished gazes he received, as if he had accomplished the most impossible thing in the world, which gave him a great sense of accomplishment. "Back then, I was brought back by the Seven-Clawed Crimson Dragon Emperor. I originally wanted to control him, but his cultivation was too profound. Not only did I fail, but he also discovered my true identity."

"I thought I was doomed, but to my surprise, he not only didn't blame me, but also personally taught me, saying that he wanted me to stay on Red Dragon Island with him for the rest of my life."

"What nonsense is that troublesome fellow spouting? Spending his whole life on Crimson Dragon Island? I'd rather be dead! I am the one who unites the dragon race! Ancient celestial dragons or three-headed underworld dragons, I'll show them that the puppet dragon is the number one dragon!" (End of Chapter)